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A little character development to pass the time. Read or ignore. :)

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Glennifar found himself thrice annoyed since the day had begun.

The first was when the so-called-leader had bowed to the dwarf's suggestion that he should remove himself to the second wagon. Almost immediately after when they stopped to pick up a vagrant as if he were a stray cat.

And now. Now! Just as he was looking forward to an end to this seemingly endless rocking of the wagon for a steadinees of the earth and a strong tree to meditate under, this human simply up and decides that they should press on. Move still further across this endless wetland.

Well, perhaps it was not a total loss. The hills and plains had a certain natural beauty. Not the meadows of home, but pleasant enough. It seemed now as if it had been an age since he taken the time to simply watch a sunset. When this was all over he should take a proper holiday. A fortnight or even two of pure rest and relaxation.

As they pass the camp the mage tries to get a fair look at the human's reasons for moving on past this prime local for rest and meditation. Orcs? He green eyes flashed. That was his reason for not stopping. Orcs? No wait. Not just orcs. Some humans too. And what were those small ones? Gnomes? No. Smaller still. Halflings.

Well, hopefully this human, this Tyro, knows what he was doing. Much depended on the success of Tyro's getting them to...

Where was it they were going? Hardby? It sounded right. I did not matter. His link to his orb told him that they were headed in the right direction. What he needed was there and that was all that mattered. In only a few days he would begin to feel like his old self and much of his current anxiety would diminish.


Glennifar is an Elf, but you'd hardly know it to look at him. At 5' 9" he is taller than most elves but seems even taller from under a large wizard's hat. His long, flowing, white hair is out matched only by his long flowing green and gray robes. He appears to be, in all respects, a typically wizened mage.